The one who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, will have streams of living water flow from deep within him.”
as water wears away stones
and torrents wash away the soil from the land,
so You destroy a man’s hope.
Greater than the roar of many waters—
the mighty breakers of the sea—
the Lord on high is majestic.
You let men ride over our heads;
we went through fire and water,
but You brought us out to abundance.
To start a conflict is to release a flood;
stop the dispute before it breaks out.
He lets me lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside quiet waters.
You who reside by many waters,
rich in treasures,
your end has come,
your life thread is cut.
They float on the surface of the water.
Their section of the land is cursed,
so that they never go to their vineyards.
The mountains see You and shudder;
a downpour of water sweeps by.
The deep roars with its voice
and lifts its waves high.
Then the priest will order that one of the birds be slaughtered over fresh water in a clay pot. He is to take the live bird together with the cedar wood, scarlet yarn, and hyssop, and dip them all into the blood of the bird that was slaughtered over the fresh water.
The elders of that city will bring the cow down to a continually flowing stream, to a place not tilled or sown, and they will break its neck there by the stream.
“When the man with the discharge has been cured of it, he is to count seven days for his cleansing, wash his clothes, and bathe his body in fresh water; he will be clean.
Song of Solomon 8:7
Mighty waters cannot extinguish love;
rivers cannot sweep it away.
If a man were to give all his wealth for love,
it would be utterly scorned.